A wonderful gorging searing feeling stabbed up Jeannie's cunt, all the way to her core. She grasped the goat's horns and began hunching. "Fuck me, Lucifer!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your goat cock! Oh god, fill me up with it! Fuck the piss out of me!"

Vanticar was a pure-bred Wolf, war was in his blood. It coursed through his veins and pulled at the power of his rippling muscles. He had the scars to show it and Vanticar knew he could never escape their meaning; he was a warrior...